Esterházy’s talent goes way beyond postmodernist textual plays and is indeed capable of shedding light into the unknown nooks and corners of the human soul, the dwelling-place of trivial yet mysterious things like the relationship of mother and son, the metaphysics of rooting or the freedom of fiction against the tyranny of facts.
He was very honest with himself in his autobiography, he was balancing
between fiction and reality in the book written for his grandchildren,
and he made fiction out of facts in his historical novels. - An
interview with Per Olov Enquist in Budapest.
"And that is when I knew for sure what she was thinking: Father had died, he’d wasted away once and for all at one of the labour camps along that faraway canal that hooked up with the Danube, the Danube Canal, it was called."
The Hungarian literary scene has only recently celebrated the 20th anniversary of the rebirth in 1986 of the notable literary periodical Újhold (New Moon), which originally existed between 1946-1948. This is an important anniversary for contemporary literature which found its roots in the New Moon generation.